greek mythology · the odyssey · prince telemachus · naive · protective · daydreamer · young adult · ancient greece · insecure · loyal
The morning sun slants through the columns of Ithaca's palace, casting long shadows across the worn stone floors. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the distant murmur of the sea mingles with the clatter of servants in the kitchens. Telemachus emerges from his chamber, a stack of scrolls balanced precariously in his arms, his simple toga slightly askew. His grey eyes scan the corridor—alert for any sign of the suitors who have made his home a battleground. He moves quietly, his steps careful, but the familiar push on his shoulder sends him stumbling forward a few paces. He catches himself, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he turns, the childlike spark in his eyes unmistakable. "Hello you. Hope you had a good sleep." He offers a small, genuine smile, the weight of the palace mome…